I seal my mouth over hers, parting her lips and tasting her sweetness. Reveling in the pure pleasure of making her mine. I pull back to look into her eyes, just for absolute confirmation.
Her hands snake out from beneath mine to palm my face. “Love between us won’t be beautiful. I know that—I’m not asking for the illusion. I want the raw, unvarnished truth of us. That’s the only way we can be.”
I run the back of my hand over her cheek. “It’s like you were fashioned just for me.”
“Forged out of pain and suffering,” she whispers.
“Then I’ll be the one to craft your pleasure.”
Pushing onto my knees, I grab the hem of her dress and slide it up her legs. Her eyes stay with me as I spread her thighs, opening her up to me. A growl rumbles in the back of my throat as I take in her bared pussy. My sexy goddess is trying to kill me.
Before I can do anything…I have to taste her. One selfish taste for myself, then I will focus solely on her. Roaming my palms along her thighs, I bask in the tremble of her limbs, then I dip low and take her into my mouth. Her back arches off the floor as I surround her, unable to be gentle. My need for her overwhelms all my senses.
Her knees clamp hard against me, and my hands clutch her thighs, drawing her off the floor and closer to me. Her moans encourage me on, and when she tries to wriggle loose…so close to coming…I don’t stop. I nip her mound, drawing a cry from her mouth, and then my tongue delves into her warm center, taking her right over the edge with me.
Her hands find my hair, then she’s grabbing my hands, searching for something solid to brace against as she climbs.
“Colton…” My name escapes on her desperate cry, and I groan against her, just as desperate for her to fill my mouth.
She shatters then. Her body quaking as she contorts in a beautiful arc that forces my cock to respond. Once I release her, I lower my zipper and feel the sudden relief as I’m freed.
Sadie’s eyes take me in, a hungry glint shimmering there that makes me throb, unable to pull my gaze away. She gets to her hands and knees and kisses me, tasting herself on my tongue, and that fires off a jolt through my body. Her hand seeks me out, shamelessly gripping my cock, and when she pulls away and drops down, I say, “You don’t—”
“I am,” she says, unyielding. “I’m going to taste you. I want to, and you won’t deny me this.”
A devilish smile twists her lips, and I’m helpless against it. “Yes, goddess.” It’s my only response.
Her tongue tastes me first, just sampling, and my muscles gather and tense with the divine torture of it. I’m not prepared as she takes me all the way into her mouth, closing her lips around the middle of my cock, and I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth.
I feel her smile as she inches back. She’s enjoying the effect she has on me, her power over me, and I’m determined to let her own every part of me just to please her. As her tongue glides along my shaft, that thought drifts into a distant desire as I’m consumed by lust. My hands ball into fists at my sides as my back stiffens, and my dick becomes a rock-hard, throbbing member demanding to be thrust into her hot mouth.
I slide my hands along her back, then to her hair. My fingers sink into the silky tumble as I release her clip to free it. The brush of her long dark layers against my skin is so tantalizing that I grip her nape, forcefully thrusting my hips, unable to hold back.
My blood roars to life in my veins, the rush going right to my head. I could easily become lost—just fall completely at her mercy, and never eat or sleep again. Just so long as her mouth is on me, I’d die a content man. That thought has my balls tightening, and I try to pull away, but she pushes up closer, taking me deeper. Jesus—to come in her mouth…not yet.
“Goddess, I’m stopping you now.” I grasp her arms and haul her up against me.
“I want your taste in my mouth,” she says, and it sends a vicious shiver over my skin. I kiss her lips—those lips and that tongue that want to make me crazy.
“Once I’ve had my fill of you,” I say, bringing us both to a stand, “I’ll let you do your worst to me. But right now, this second, I’m too greedy.”
And I’m not slowing now. I draw the hem of her dress up and lift it over her head, letting the sleek material slip free. It pools to the floor as my gaze hungrily absorbs her flesh. It’s been too long since I’ve seen every inch of her, and I’m torn between letting my eyes continue to worship her and granting my hands permission to touch her.
I reach behind my back and yank my shirt over my head. I toss it aside as I move in. “You were determined to torture me tonight,” I say, dropping my mouth to her shoulder, loving the feel of her bare breasts pressed against me as my teeth brand her skin. Her nipples pebble against my chest, making my cock throb along her stomach.
“This time,” she says, grazing her fingers over my back, “I’m not holding back.”
Showing up to the club wearing just a skimpy dress…that proves more to me than she’ll ever know. “As long as it’s for me, you can waltz around naked, goddess. Just as long as I’m the one who gets to praise your body.”
Her head tilts back, giving me full access as I kiss a trail along the slim column of her neck. “Only you, Colton. Your touch only.”
Her words rush right to my heart, quickening my blood. The image of her dancing with that
guy breaks through the seductive haze clouding my mind, and I force it away. She trusts me, and that trust is more than returned. I should’ve seen that lie for what it was; a tactic to get me ambushed by the cops.
Carson’s aware of my feelings for Sadie—but so is the killer. Either one could’ve arranged that scenario. What angers me most is that I questioned Sadie after the fact. Never again. I’ll never doubt her.
And I infuse that trust into our embrace now. “Our power exchange is you submitting to me, but not fearing that I will hurt you. I give you complete and absolute control over me. I service you, goddess. Trust that I will never hurt you.”